Bed, Borrow and Steel

What heart have I to show to you?-- [This feckless Autumn night] I failed to sing a song that's new: My heart was always trite I don't know what I'm doing here Or, why I dream of lust My mind has been a Home for Fear Its gears are plagued with rust When once I failed to feel at all I drank until I slept In sullen haze, I still recall: The way the sirens wept Since when had I succumbed to Love-- To forge a solemn pledge? When Push Became A Violent Shove: They threw me off the edge Awakened in a cage of steel I had to then, recall: I trained myself to never feel I never did at all...